If you could write a warning label for yourself as a person or
an author, what would it say? Do NOT serve me crappy beer or offer lame,
me-too, copycat books to read OR ELSE.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

I drink too much, without a doubt.

Name one thing readers would be surprised to know about
you.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No. I’m
pretty much all the way out there. Anything “surprising” might be too naughty
to post here.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it
be?

The Southern Coast of Turkey.

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

Since I fit writing in around owning and marketing my brewery,
managing a staff of brewers and bartenders, and handling busy athletic
teenagers the “mood to write” is pretty much anytime I can fit it in. To get
myself there is a matter of good music in my ears, a great craft beer by my
side and a decent idea.

Can you share with us your typical writing day. Is there
anything you have to have while writing? I write whenever I can so there
is no such thing as a typical writing day. But I do have to have craft beer to
create, and prefer loud music.

Who are some of your favorite authors?

John Irving

Margaret Atwood

Zadie Smith

John Greene

Margaret Mitchell

Anna Quinlin

Lauren Dane (non paranormal)

Shayla Black (non paranormal)

And a new one for me : Roni Loren

What is in your To Read Pile that you are dying to start or
upcoming release you can’t wait for? No, I’m pretty caught up really but
I will read anything released by above mentioned authors (both John Irving and
Zadie Smith had new books this year which I LOVED).

Is there something special you do to celebrate when one of your
books is released?

Take a deep breath and start on the next stage of the next book.

Do you have a favorite TV show you can't miss?

Several but lately I’m a HUGE fan of Shameless…the sheer,
amazing, perfect dysfunction of those people is awesome and amazing.

If you could date any character from any book, who would it be
and why-no it doesn't have to be from your books?

Scarlett O’Hara so I can show Rhett Butler that he can’t just
sweep me off my feet once—he’s gotta work a little harder for that sh*t.

What is the strangest source of writing inspiration you’ve ever
had?

A fellow (and fairly famous) brewery owner telling me how he’d
sabotage his brewery when I asked him while I was writing Cheeky Blonde.

If your muse were to talk behind your back, what secrets would
he/she tell?

Jay Longmire had it all--a successful business, a beautiful wife, two loving children. But one normal Sunday evening in Ann Arbor everything was ripped from his arms at knifepoint. He has retreated to Traverse City to hide from the world, nursing his physical and emotional wounds and trying to cope with mind-numbing guilt over his inability to protect his family.

Abby Powers serves him coffee he never drinks and has become obsessed with the movie-star handsome but melancholy man. And the anticipation of his appearance every day takes her mind off her own messy life.

What begins as a near desperate physical connection out of the blue develops into a friendship that has the potential to heal two damaged hearts. But Jay is terrified to love again. While Abby's fierce independence forces them both to acknowledge the deeper relationship they both desire, but that remains just out of reach.

“Stop flirting with me. That’s a personal
bubble violation,” he whispered, letting his lips graze her earlobe, loving how
her whole body shivered against him.

“Fine, then stop pressing against me so
hard I can feel how much money is in your pocket.”

“Touché.” But he gripped her closer. The
candlelight flickered, the music embraced them, and she nearly brought him to
his knees with her next words.

“I can’t be what you want me to be, Jay.
I have goals. I need my independence. I want to make it on my own.”

He sucked in a breath, slid the hand he
had on her hip around to the small of her back. He didn’t need this. But he
wanted it so much he was about to explode. “I’m never going to be what you want
me to be, either. Let’s just be…what we are…tonight.”

She laid her head against his chest, and
he shut his eyes, trying not to let the moment overwhelm him, send him
screaming into the night. Christy’s face at their wedding, at the birth of
their children, and that last moment when her eyes clouded over after she told
him not to blame himself while he watched her die—they all rose, clear and
bright. He swallowed, leaned down into Abigail’s thick riot of dark curls,
sucked in a deep breath. “What do you want me to be for you…tonight?” he asked.

She put her hand to his face, went up on
her tiptoes, and met his lips, urgent and needy. He kissed her, listening to
the crowd clap and catcall. Then broke away. “Well?” he asked, his body
zinging.

“I want you to be the guy who takes me to
bed again.” The simplicity of her words taking his breath away. “I don’t want
to be made love to, not now. I need you, Jay. With me, inside me, all over me. And
you need it, too. No strings, no emotion. Only physical urges met. I’m willing.
Are you?”

He stepped away from her, a little
shocked and a lot horny. “Give me two minutes.” Grateful the room had dimmed
for the music and dancing, he dropped three hundred in cash on the table, more
than enough to cover the meal, wine, and a healthy tip, and took her hand.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said,
giggling when he pushed her up against the side of his SUV and dove into her
mouth, sweeping into it with his tongue, his hands cradling her face then
buried in her hair. She molded into him, making that damn noise, the one that
made him insane, down in her throat.

He broke from her, stared into her eyes.
“Yes.”

Liz Bio:

Microbrewery owner, best-selling author, beer blogger and
journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great
middle west, in a Major College Town.
Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint
as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the
beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author. When she isn't sweating inventory and sales
figures for the brewery, she can be found writing, editing or sweating promotional
efforts for her latest publications. Her
ground breaking romance sub genre: “Romance for Real Life” has gained thousands
of fans and followers, interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA”
(“What Happens After?”)

Her beer blog a2beerwench.com is nationally recognized for
its insider yet outsider views on the craft beer industry. Her books are set in
the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch and in high powered
real estate offices. Don’t ask her for
anything “like” a Budweiser or risk painful injury.